September 2011
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Sweet.
Getting hit in the solar plexus—- there’s hope for recovery from that. But the fact is, he was now colliding with an electric fence on legs, arms akimbo, shit-eating grin plastered to his face, and the silent, euphoric epiphany that was my morning could’ve been better echoing like the mournful wail of porcelain hitting carpet-less floor.
It was tragic. He spilled orange juice...
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“I would encourage us all, African Americans, Asians, Latinos, Whites, Native...”
– Maya Angelou (via warebooks)
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